Dawn of the Unconquered Sun (Part 8 of the Ignaius-Saga)

Relax

*** Mature content. Skip, if this is not your cup of tea. ***

He took Variel's hand and started guiding him through the garden. They ended up at a medium sized gazebo where a few daybeds were arranged. It dawned on Variel that the popularity of this type of furniture in Aurora was probably not just a result of a general desire for comfort that seemed to make it a common replacement for chairs, but just as much stemmed from the fact that it also made it a lot easier to move from conversation to more intimate activities. Buran led him to one of the daybeds and tentatively gave him a first, still rather chaste kiss once they were lying side by side.

Still tense and uncertain, Variel lay down with Buran. He accepted the kiss with just a little pressure back, realizing more that he wasn't at all used to this slow lead-in, a lover waiting to see if he responded and how, perhaps even waiting for him to initiate something. He against questioned if he'd made a mistake by accepting at all. He had said he was interested, but his behavior would surely lead Buran to think he'd lied.

In an effort to try and seem more responsive, Variel put a hand on the other man's flank. It was a small point of contact, but it was something.

Buran had realized by now that Variel was rather shy by nature and not comfortable with taking the lead. So he was not really irritated by his somewhat timid response. Instead he proceeded slowly, but without hesitation. Piece by piece he stripped Variel to the waistline, taking playful little detours to caress him or nibble on a piece of freshly exposed skin, responding himself with appreciation and pleasure whenever the younger man dared to touch or kiss back. Obviously he still found him much too tense.

"You really need to relax," he explained, but instead of lecturing him further, he reached under a nearby table, spread some lube onto his palms and started to massage the younger man. "Close your eyes," he suggested. "You have nothing to do now, but enjoy."

Actually Buran was surprisingly good at giving a massage, not limiting himself to gentle, erotic caresses, but using the right amount of force to make tense muscles respond and finally melt to his touch. -

Being told to lie back and close his eyes was something Variel knew how to deal with. It wasn't exactly a command, but that was fine. It was guidance, someone else taking the lead. Variel took those suggestions and let out a sigh as his eyes fell shut. He'd never had a proper massage before, and this felt like what he'd imagine a proper massage to be. It almost forced his muscles to relax and he soon realized just how tense he'd actually been when that tension was gone. A few soft sounds of appreciation or pleasure escaped him, and he decided not to try and hold them back.

As the oil was heating up on Variel's skin, its sweet scent was becoming stronger. The predominante note was roses, but there were other, more earthly aromas mixed with it. When Buran had worked the whole upper body nicely, he asked: "May I?", but didn't really wait before removing Variel's pants and taking off hin own at the same time. He continued with massaging Variel's legs and feet, a nice way to get comfortable with being naked together. The last thing he massaged was Variel's ass. He did it as professional as all the rest, but there was hardly a way to not make it a very erotic experience for both of them. After a while Buran's hands were becoming more adventurous and the focus drifted from massage to foreplay, something that became very clear when it was no longer Variel who made pleasurable sounds. Clearly the older man enjoyed the sight (and feel) of Variel's oiled ass as much as what was revealed to him when he spread his cheeks. Finally his finger carefully teased Variel's hole.

Lying on his stomach, Variel turned his head to the side to look back at the man still enjoying thoroughly exploring his body. Buran was probably
noticing now that it had only been a couple of hours since his last encounter, meaning he didn't actually need much preparation in that
regard. On top of that, he was so relaxed that - were it not for the older man's touches - he could have probably fallen asleep like this.

He moaned sweetly when Buran's touch moved inward, his long lashes fluttering prettily. As he did with Tanier or Vis, Variel lay still and
compliant, letting Buran explore, touch, and play with him as he pleased.

As Variel clearly enjoyed what he did, Buran started to prepare him in earnest. When he - surprisingly quickly - could comfortably move his fingers without resistance, he pulled Variel's hip up slightly, aligned and started to push in. Although he went slowly, Variel could soon feel his hot breath in his neck and his weight on his back, while Buran's hips thrusted in shallow, yet intense moves. His position made it difficult to thrust forcefully, but the weight and the closeness made good for it and possibly created an even stronger feeling of being physically held down than hard thrusting ever could.

Being pinned to the daybed did indeed give Variel a small rush of excitement, the kind he never really got from gentle, tender love making. His breathing was quick and shallow just like the thrusts of Buran's hips against him and mingled with the rhythmic creaking of the
piece of furniture beneath them. Variel shut his eyes again and let his moans and little whimpers speak for him. He did push back once or twice, trying to ensure Buran that he was still invested in this, still enjoying it, and then he would welcome more; he didn't want the older man to think he was too fragile.

After a while Buran pulled back slightly, but as he did, he used his hands to grab Variel's hips and pull him along, raising his hips, so that he could now comfortably move faster and thrust harder more easily. More important, he could reach forward and get a hold of Variel's erection. Obviously he did not want to come alone, as he increased his speed.

Variel drew his knees forward to better support his weight in his new position. He grew louder when Buran's strokes got broader and faster,a nd gasped when the older man's fingers closed around his length. Still, it took him some time to get to the brink thanks to his earlier activity and the mostly tame pace - tame by comparison, anyway.

He did reach his climax at last through the physical stimulation and let out a serious of short cries as the waves rolled over him. His seed spilled over Buran's fingers, slightly wet his own stomach, and dripped onto the cushions beneath him before he went lax again and let out a shuddering sigh.

"Yes...." Buran hissed as he could feel Variel's climax approaching. Satisfaction and excitement were expressed in just this one word. His grip on Variel's shaft closed a little harder, his hips moved slower, still he came violently even seconds before Variel did. As soon as he had pumped his load and his muscles relaxed, he pulled out, turned Variel onto his back not really gently and kissed him passionately, infused by the last fading heat of orgasm.

Variel shut his eyes and moaned into the kiss, enjoying the passion in it. He realized that even with his eyes closed, he could tell the difference between when Tanier kissed him, when Vis kissed him, or when it was someone else entirely. It was an interesting little observation and it made him smile a little in the kiss, a reaction that would serve just fine for however Buran would interpret it.